Blunt Type Ogre Girl's Way to Live Streaming

Prologue

"Hmmm......"

Sip the apple juice in your hand as you gaze up at the blurry sky on the park bench.

The sky in the middle of May is terribly clear, vain and spacious, albeit pleasant to watch.

To the point where I look at the ingredients in the juice at hand and think about what the mysterious liquid called fructose glucose liquid sugar is made of, what a bore, I had time now.

"It's been a long time since I've had time"

While I'm confused about what to do on my first complete holiday in years, I take the clear file out of a bag with a little rundown in it.

Inside is a simple resume I bought from a convenience store, which I haven't filled out in a long time. It's filled in so scurvy that I can read it in a few minutes.

I don't see the current status of the key uses, but I've never been able to prepare anything like this early.

Nijuku Nanaka incense. Female, 21 year old freelancer.

My final education was a stroke, and I went through all kinds of part-time work anyway to this day when I was hired on the ground and became a pussy store.

Would it be like this if I summarized what it says on my resume?

Let me tell you a little bit about myself.

I don't have any more parents. Because I died in a car accident when I was in junior high.

It was sad and hard at the time, but I couldn't afford it as much as I was worried.

My mother's aunt's house, which made me my guardian, was the kind of family that would go on the ground the Big Daddy I saw on TV, and was really a big family that supported twelve children.

My uncle made a lot of money, but life was still bitter, and even free life became even more bitter like a curtain because I joined him there.

Finally, I don't even know where there's little or no personal space in the house.

Even though I knew I had no right to complain, I was only "foreign".

So instead of ceding all of my parents' inheritance to my aunt and his wife, I decided to have them go through the process of living alone.

In two replies, I didn't, but eventually the aunts drew my will.

From then on, part-time pickled days to earn rent and meals.

It was just manual labor work that made me work without saying anything about my stroke, and I still think it was a vocation for me to be good at moving my body.

Since then, I've been doing all my manual work, sending rent from the money I earned to my aunt and his wife.

That's how I've graduated from secondary school for six years, and it's just my own pride to have lived somehow making money.

By the way, when I was an adult, it was discovered that my aunt and wife didn't actually use my conceded estate.

"Kids don't care," he dropped the knack and I remember crying for the first time in years.

The estate has been returned, but I remain saving it so I don't have any trouble with anything. It's not the amount you can live for the rest of your life.

Why am I being such a part-time warrior boggling around in a weekday park?

There are circumstances that are not at all profound in that.

I put in a part-time job without rest, and I've lived with some relaxation, but all three of the part-time destinations that I've been using as pillars these days have been crushed.

It is a devastating blow to me that I was filling seven days a week in those three places without gaps.

With the sadness of wondering why I had crushed all three places, I was even a little frightened by my idiocy for not looking for a new place to work after I decided to crush it.

Well, I can't deny I've been working without a break for the last three years and honestly I've been working too much, and I just rolled out to the city saying I should take a little time off here.

And I didn't know what to do in an hour, so I was at dusk in the park.

Let's go home.

Throw the dried up pet bottle into a distant trash can and lift your hips off the bench.

I don't have anything to do if I'm here, and I'll go home and sleep.

Ten o'clock. I woke up with the sound of an incoming call coming to my smartphone that I rarely use.

It's an app that seems to have been explosively spreading chat and free calls to Uri for several years, but only one of them has registered as a friend.

I mean, it's unlikely that anyone else is calling right now.

"Hello, Lynn? That's unusual."

"No, I think it's rarer for Nana to pick up the phone straight away."

"Haha, sure"

Agree with the frightened voice.

I put in more part-time than seven days a week, basically because I can't get in touch.

Lynn - Hawksmith Sound is my only best friend in my life.

Lynn, it's no exaggeration to say that Nana and I are friends who call each other by their nicknames, and that we spent a great deal of time together from kindergarten to middle school.

I was in a bit of a fun mood for a long time on the phone with someone like that.

"Is something wrong? It's usually done with a message."

'There was something I wanted to talk to you about... Hey Nana, didn't you hide something?

"What? What are you talking about?

"No, Nana picks up the phone at this hour or something that's not normally possible"

"Ugh... I called you..."

"I felt connected."

I can't help but roar at Lynn's best point.

'Cause part-time jobs make more money late at night, so you can't help but answer the phone at this hour.

'So, what happened to that reaction? Talk.'

"Hey, hey, there's nothing."

'What?'

"All the part-time destinations have been crushed..."

The resistance was vain, too, and I lost Lynn's pressure.

Once upon a time, after my parents died, Lynn told me I was going to be a freelancer.

"Freelancers are not dark ahead. I'll ask your father to connect, so work properly."

Lynn's father is at the head of a large company called the 'Eagle Mason Group', and Conne means having him put somewhere in the group company.

Lynn and her sweet father are the type to pinch their personal feelings for work.

I said no to the boulders, but Lynn had quite a bit in her roots about that time, and if she lost her job one day, she would definitely be disgusted.

By the way, her house is a big, wealthy man with no ceiling, and her youngest son and much adored, Lynn, is someone who has nothing to do with life misery.

Even free people make so much money on top of being given savings like hot water that I couldn't help but think that the money would gather in one place.

"Three places, all of them?

"Yes..."

'Hmmm...... Just in time. I've got a lot to say, but it's really convenient.'

"Talk about what?

I thought I was going to eat a sermon with Netineti exactly, but the reply I got back from Lynn was somewhere out of my mind.

"Nana, you're free now, right?

"Too much free to suck"

'Get ready to stay and come to my house by noon tomorrow. I have no right to refuse.'

"What, what's wrong all of a sudden?"

'I tried to talk to you on the phone, but if you can see me in person, you better be that way. Well, that's what I'm talking about. "

"Yeah, bye"

I got pushed by the momentum of Lynn, who hung up by pushing only the requirements so I could roll them up, but I'm sure I'm free.